Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, flights
to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
How you killing my highs, I hope you the coffin
I got virgin lungs please excuse the
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking
Had to escape the
This ain't for people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, niggers is up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers get no pussy
So it's for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Sheen
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my
And wale me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges
side of town, baby mama blues,
When drama ensues Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you cant it out boy
I'm a tenant my is monumental

I'm forever, these other niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is
So they me and love me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie disgust me
Make the least of you haters, the most of your money
Have that consistent long as your motor's running

I used to heat up mama by opening ovens
Now see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the city weren't of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, weren't giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go they be it up
I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga
We always pray for polo, we miss you Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it nigga
work, work, work, work, work.